Wake up Tom and shut your mouth, you're causing a draft. This here is Sandra and Jasmine. Ladies, this Tom Gallaway, a friend of mine. Girls, you know... you shouldn't be in a tavern, it's not lady like.” “Up yours, Horse. I've been in bars before and probably will be again” piped up Jasmine. “When we get to Sante Fe we'll be all ladylike but now I'm thirsty.” “Tom, shut your mouth again and get us a table.” All the tables were being used but Tom glared at a couple town folk and they decided they. “Really,” Sandi declared, “Doesn’t mom keep you happy?”“Yes, she does,” I replied matter-of-factly. “But your mother is at work and I don’t need the tease.”“There’s no tease,” Sandi shot back. “I am what I am.”“Yes, you are,” I replied, playfully slapping her on her butt.“Hey,” Sandi shot back, “That’s off-limits!”I laughed.“Then, cover it up,” I dutifully replied.Sandi rolled her eyes and continued to spread the peanut butter across the bread, as I stood by, leaning up against the kitchen. "[The main group]Dove had her Glock in the owner's mouth and Dee had hers deep in his rectal area. I watched for any unwanted guests as Dove quietly asked the owner some questions. Dee was quietly instructing the girls to unlock the cuff and move off the bed and into the corner of the room stressing for them to stay quiet. I heard the doorknob turning and moved to the side of the door. A goon walked in leading a woman by a leash attached to a collar around her neck, her arms were strapped. The old man pulled her shirt off with the help of Sarah who didn’t resist but lifted her arms reflexively. As an added bonus he tossed the shirt into the doghouse where Rufus set about shredding it apart. Sarah wanted to speak up, scream for help, even make a run for it with Rufus right there but as the minutes went by her situation was just getting worse and worse. She quivered as her mind flashed to her bent over face first in the dirt while the old man and his dog forced her to give them her.
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